"They actually managed to build it—Minas Tirith."
At this moment, Li Wei looked down upon the White City from the sky, feeling as though he were in a dream.
It was like making a wish before going to sleep, only to wake up and find that the dream had become reality.
Though the city before him differed in many ways from the prototype in his vague memories, it was so vividly real.
Traffic flowed along the main roads of every district, while crowds thronged the streets. Humans made up the majority, but Gnolls in police uniforms could often be seen as well, along with Duergar brimming with the smell of daily life, handsome men and lovely women among the elves, and halflings setting up all manner of snack stalls along the roadside.
As his strikingly massive figure swept over the city, everyone in his path unconsciously stopped, raised a clenched fist to their hearts, and bowed their heads slightly, offering him a somewhat imperfect yet heartfelt gesture of audience.
"Lord!"
As he passed over a flower market, the girls cheered in unison and tossed the flowers in their hands high into the air. Just as the blossoms were about to fall, Li Wei gently blew a breath, turning it into wind that swept the petals higher before letting them drift back down.
For a time, it was as though flower petals were raining over half the district, and laughter and joyous voices filled every corner.
Many people had originally worried that this year's late spring rains would affect the autumn harvest. Yet they had never expected that the legendary dragon—their lord—could even Manipulate Celestial Phenomena.
In their eyes, such authority was almost no different from that of a god.
Watching this fairy-tale-like sight, a bard who had been telling stories